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"Huh? "Shenglong"?" Liu Wei, who calmed down slightly from the excitement, quickly noticed the second half of the message, and at the same time moved the mouse to the "Download Attachment". The speed of Piaotianwen was really slow enough. The word document with a total of less than 20k was actually dropped for nearly three minutes. Hearing a "bang" sound from the computer speaker, Liu Wei couldn't wait to open the document. Then, Liu Wei, who had just calmed down from the excitement of receiving the invitation to sign the contract, fell into a huge shock again.

Although to outsiders, Liu Wei is a student who is not good at doing his job and only knows how to read novels all day long. But he said it well, "If you read 300 Tang poems, you will be able to recite them even if you can't write poems." Liu Wei has read more than 100 million or tens of millions of words since he was a child. His literary foundation is not ordinary. As for the new - Piao Tianyi, he is even more old bookworm. You can tell whether a book is good or not. However, the outline of the story "Shenglong" with only more than 3,000 words in front of him made him feel excited and a irresistible creative impulse surged from his bones.

"Oh, in comparison, this book "I Am a Hooligan" is ridiculously childish." Liu Wei sighed, pushing the glasses on his nose with his hand, and at the same time, his heart was filled with deep gratitude. Liu Wei knew that although the short message indicated that this was the creativity of the new original literature library of Piaotianwen, he had no doubt at all that it must be Lu Wei's creativity. At the same time, Liu Wei also felt a kind of trust from Lu Wei's actions. The other party could make such a thing

The excellent writing outline gave him a writer whom he had never met. Such unreserved trust made him feel a little moved. Although Liu Wei looked like a cynical problematic boy, he had been reading novels all year round, especially when he grew up reading works by Jin Yong, Gu Long and others, he had a hint of aura in his bones. The so-called "a scholar died for his confidant" looked at this writing outline that was only five pages short, Liu Wei felt a heavy burden.

"Don't worry. Reed, I won't let you down. This outline. I must write it into a classic!!" Liu Wei thought to himself, and his hand holding the mouse couldn't help but tighten. His fingertips turned a little white.

"What are you doing, buddy?" A sharp voice came from behind Liu Weidi.

"Oh, it's okay." Liu Wei looked at his roommate who was sharing a rented with him and said casually. To be ashamed, he didn't even have a computer on his own, and this piii667 machine was still his roommate. Liu Wei secretly made up his mind to write well. After making money, the first thing he did was to buy a computer for himself.

After taking the midnight snack brought to him by his roommate - a piece of dough, Liu Wei ate it up in big mouth. After a quick fight was resolved in three or five minutes, Liu Wei continued to bury his head and write.

"Brother, didn't I tell you? Isn't it possible for ordinary people to write novels? I've been writing for a month and haven't got a penny. It's better to play games if you have time. By the way, I just borrowed a very wonderful book from Lao Pang. Don't you read it?" Roommate Chen Zhuo held a novel bought from a book stall and said while reading it.

"No, keep it for yourself and enjoy it slowly." Liu Wei of course knew what Chen Zhuo meant. In the capacity of less than four g of the computer, in addition to the necessary system files, almost all movies and pictures he "collectioned". Liu Wei often joked that he would be careful to watch too many of his small body one day. However, today, he obviously did not have the mood to joke with Chen Zhuo. The invitation from Xin-Piao Tianwen made him full of creative enthusiasm. For the first time in his life, he felt that his hobby was not useless. The feeling of being recognized by people made him feel endless energy all over his body, and his typing speed of his subordinates increased a lot than usual, and he typed the Tsinghua Tongfang keyboard that had been grinding so unclear that the letters were as unclear as fried beans.

After completing today's writing task, Liu Wei read the writing outline of "Shenglong". Although he had read it several times, the strong impulse to create was increasing. A man who was expelled from his master for innocent reasons struggled alone in a foreign country, pursuing the ultimate power alone. Some evils make people feel excited and a little deviant, but they make people feel unable to stop. If "The Journey of Ethereal" was the precedent for cultivating novels, then Liu Wei was completely confident to write this "Shenglong" to the originator of cultivating the city!

Looking at this outline, Liu Wei really wanted to let go of "The Hooligan", but for the first time in his life, he decided to have a beginning and an end to finish the book. After all, he has read a lot of new writers on Piaotiansi, who did not write halfway through writing. Liu Wei hated these people very much. In his opinion, this was an extremely irresponsible approach. In the new-Piaotiansi, these authors have a brand new title - eunuch. Liu Wei did not want to be a member of this team. Therefore, despite being very excited, he decided to temporarily put down his idea of ​​writing "Shenglong" and finish "The Hooligan". Moreover, Liu Wei did not want to waste such a good outline of work, so he should think carefully about it for a while before writing.

Not to mention Liu Wei, who was lying on the head, Lu Wei, who had been tossing with these roommates for a long time in the dormitory of 306, opened his eyes the next day. It was already past eight o'clock. Listening to the snoring in the room and looking at these sleepy guys, Lu Wei couldn't help but sigh at the happiness of these guys. Look at himself again. Although he repeatedly thought about enjoying life when he was reborn, he definitely did not torment himself like the protagonists in the novels, but looking at the time he was reborn in less than a year, he was busy enough. It seems that God is fair to everyone, and he will not give you too much, nor will he give you too little. If he gives you something, he will inevitably take away some of your things. Without awakening them, Lu Wei got up alone and put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory.

As soon as I went out, I saw Wang Hao parked his car downstairs in the dormitory.

"It's so early, how did you sleep last night?" Lu Wei got into the car and greeted Wang Hao with a smile.

"It's pretty good." Wang Hao said, and got in the car.

"Let me drive." Lu Wei said. Since he learned how to drive, he always felt a little itchy when he saw the car.

"Okay." Wang Hao sat in the passenger seat with a smile.

Sitting skillfully in the driving position, Lu Wei slowly drove the car out. The dark BMW on campus attracted the attention of many students.

"Wow, it's Lu Weiye, this car is so beautiful!"

"It's so rich for young people, it's simply the prince charming in my heart."

"Come on, I've already had a master of the famous grass."

"Oh, I really envy Senior Sister Xiaoling."

Lu Wei drove the car and stopped downstairs of Xin-Piao Tianwenxue. As soon as he got off the car, he unexpectedly found Xiao Yiran standing alone on the side of the road.

"Yiran, what are you doing here? Why don't you go in?" Lu Wei got out of the car and greeted him with a smile.

"Ah, it's okay. I'm waiting for the car. There's something wrong at home. I'll go back." Xiao Yiran put his hands in his white windbreaker pocket and greeted Lu Wei with a smile, but the smile was a little unnatural. This unnatural thing did not escape Lu Wei's eyes. Looking at the beautiful eyes, Lu Wei could tell at a glance that Xiao Yiran had cried.

"Yiran, what happened?" Lu Wei walked up to ask. He knew that with Xiao Yiran's personality, if it was not a serious matter, she would never have shown such an expression. Lu Wei could easily see the huge sadness hidden behind the forced smile.

"Lu Wei, it's really okay. Go and do your business." Xiao Yiran said with a smile.

After hearing Xiao Yiran's words, Lu Wei's face showed a hint of anger. Seeing that Xiao Yiran, who had completely lost his cheerfulness and liveliness of the past, was still hiding from him. He sighed and said softly: "Yiran, I think we are friends."

"Lu Wei, Xiao Yiran dared not look at Lu Wei's gaze, and hurriedly turned his head aside, but there was a trace of sob in the voice.

"Yiran, what happened to the family?" Lu Wei asked in a deep voice.

"It's okay, Xiao Yiran looked at the direction of the road and sighed softly, but his thin shoulders were gently pressing, obviously trying hard to control himself and not crying.

"I'm still saying it's okay if I'm like this? Yiran, don't you treat me as a friend!" Lu Wei pulled Xiao Yiran over with some anger, but saw two crystal tears in his big eyes that would usually laugh when they talked.

"Okay, Yiran, look at me. If you still recognize me as a fellow villager, tell me what happened. Don't keep it in your heart!" Lu Wei held Xiao Yiran's shoulder with both hands, and looked at her pitiful appearance, and couldn't help feeling distressed.
Chapter completed!